Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) (23 page)

I pause before my next demand because I know this one might just void the deal entirely.

“I want you to tell me more about how Brent died. I want honesty, and I want answers. I know there’s more to his murder.”

He hisses and rips his arm away from me, stomping away from the bed.

Shit. There goes my chance. Way to fucking go, you idiot. You could have waited to spring that on him as a condition to the therapy fucking session.

His hands rake over his smooth head as he spins around on his heels and walks back toward me.

“You know why I can’t tell you, but I promise you, if there’s something I need to tell you, I will. But, it comes with my own conditions. Being with me when the shit hits the fan isn’t easy. The kids are out of danger, but if I for a second think something may endanger you, you’re out of the loop. I won’t put your life on the line because we like fucking each other. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I whisper. Michael bends and embraces me once more as soon as the words leave my mouth. He places a sweet kiss on my lips before pulling away as if he is testing the waters of our newfound agreement. A smile cracks on his face, showing off the deep dimples at the corner of his mouth, setting of an explosion between my legs. Who knew dimples on such a rough man would look so fucking sexy?

“What would you have done if I’d have said no?” I curiously ask.

“Well, if you hadn’t opened up, I would have kicked down the door and thrown you over my shoulder, hauling your ass into my room until you at least talked to me. It was like fucking torture standing outside of this door and being able to smell your intoxicating scent wafting from under the doors.” He pauses as a shit-eating grin forms on his face.

“What the hell is that look for?”

“This,” he says as his arms yank me from the bed and haul me over his shoulder. I kick and squirm trying to break away from him, but his hand slaps my ass like a misbehaving child in public. He starts to walk out of the door with me in tow.

“Where the hell are you taking me?”

“To my room,” he chuckles. “Must have forgotten to mention that part where if you’re with me, you don’t live away from me. I want access to you at all times, and no fucking door or other room is going to keep me from you. It’ll save me a small fortune on doors if I just move you into my room.”

Michael continues to chuckle while he stalks out of my room and beelines for his. Opening the door with his free hand, he carries me over the threshold and deposits me on the bed before returning to the door and flipping the lock. He unhurriedly rotates back toward me and the large bed with his hands falling to the hemline of his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it aside while he begins to undo his belt. His hands work quickly as his eyes never leave mine while he unzips his jeans before letting them fall to the ground, taking his foot out of each leg and adding them to the pile with his shirt.

Michael stalks over the bed as I feel my teeth biting into my lip almost to the point of drawing blood. Using his knees, he parts my legs and trails his fingers down my back before hooking under the shirt I’m wearing, slowly pulling it up and exposing my naked torso to the chilled air of his room. He takes care as he pulls it over his hand and lays it down on the side of the bed.

“You are too fucking perfect, Darcy. I’ve never seen another woman so beautiful in my life.”

A blush creeps over my cheeks and he leans down. I reach out for him and pull him into a heated kiss. His tongue swirls against my own. He breaks away and leaves me breathless.

“As much as I want to continue this, darlin’, I don’t want to rush this.” He scoops up my shirt and stalks around the bed, tossing it as he passes on his dirty clothes pile before lifting the sheets and sliding into the bed beside me. Confused, I watch him as he settles onto his side. Shrugging, I stand and slide into bed next to him. I lie down with a few inches of distance between us before his hands reach out and pull me to his warm body. He nuzzles his face into the back of my neck and sighs before settling into position.

I thought that being with him would feel so foreign and weird, but it’s almost relaxing as his breathing rhythm begins to slow and in turn, helps my drowsiness return. I wiggle just a bit to adjust my position against his hard front.

“Tonight, we sleep,” he whispers against my hair. “But, tomorrow, we fuck.”

When the morning sun pounds into my room, I stir awake from the first good night’s sleep that I’ve had in a long time. Trying to stretch my arm, I look over to see Darcy’s sleeping form curled up on my outstretched forearm while she quietly sleeps on her side facing me. I watch her chest rise and fall rhythmically. Darcy has never looked more beautiful than she does curled up next to me, cocooned in my sheets. Her long, brown hair is fanned over my arm, and her legs are tucked slightly under the covers. She’s so fucking beautiful, and for the time being, she’s mine.

I’m a damn lucky man that she didn’t kick me in the balls for my proposal last night. I’ll honestly admit that I didn’t expect her to agree to our arrangement so quickly, but I am damn glad she did.

Those three days after fucking in my office were pure torture. It took every fiber of willpower to not cut the damn hinges off the door and storm in there like a caveman, hauling her off to my room to be fucked into submission.

Well, I guess some of that did happen, but it wasn’t as barbaric as it could have been. Though, dominating her like that would be kinda hot.

I lie and watch her sleep for nearly thirty more minutes before she finally starts to stir next to me. Her eyes flutter open as shock registers on her face. She starts to scramble away from me before I grab her and pull her tightly against me.

“It’s just me, darlin’,” I whisper to her as she continues to panic. “Bad dream?”

Her body relaxes at my words, and she finally settles against me.

“I’ve been dreaming of Brent since I came to the clubhouse. I relive losing him over and over again until I finally wake up in a panic, but today was different.”

“Different how?” I question.

“He was smiling at me and not lying in the casket. It was so weird.”

I place a kiss on her forehead as her eyes close briefly in her attempt to remember the dream.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad dream to me. Since when is smiling a bad thing?”

“That’s not what startled me. It’s been quite a while since I’ve woken up with a man in my bed.”

“I can say the same thing for myself. Well, with a woman. If I found a man in my bed, I think I’d be shooting first and asking questions later.”

“Yeah, the guys might be asking some questions about a guy doing the walk of shame out of your room.” She giggles followed by a yawn.

“Hey now, I don’t have an issue with who a person loves, but that’s just not my thing.”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles. “The club whores would be very disappointed if you decided to bat for the other team.”

She continues to giggle as she rolls to her back. I follow her and roll over on top of her nearly-naked body, pinning her to the bed underneath my weight. Her eyes grow wide as I dip down to give her a proper good morning kiss when she puts her hand in front of my mouth.

“I haven’t even had a chance to brush my teeth yet. I don’t want to kill the sexy with a bad case of morning breath.”

I lick her palm which makes her pull her hand away and press my lips to hers. She fights for a split second before kissing me back. I suck on her upper lip before breaking the contact.

“Darlin’, you were right. Those teeth of yours need a good scrubbing.”

“Hey,” she quips defensively, but I quiet her with longer kiss.

“I was just messing with you, darlin’. If that’s your morning breath than you can expect far more morning make out wake-up calls in your future.”

“You ass,” she says, playfully shoving me away. “You made me feel gross. I was about to shove you off of me so I could go get cleaned up.”

I laugh as I lower my head and kiss her just below her ear. I make a little trail of kisses down to the base of her neck until she shudders.

“The chances of you shoving me off is about slim to none. Besides, what’s the point of getting clean when I am only going to make you dirty again? I have a promise from last night to keep.”

I start to kiss the opposite side of her neck while her nipples harden against my chest. She quietly whimpers as I prop myself up on my hands and begin to kiss down her collarbone and move to her sternum. Her breath hitches when I take one of her taut nipples into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard nub. Releasing it with a pop, I repeat my actions on her other nipple until she begins to squirm under me.

“I’ve gotta say, darlin’, I can definitely get into you sleeping naked. It makes morning sex so much easier.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond before I move down her body, kissing her stomach before I stop and see a scar lining her belly just above her panty line. She tries to shy away from me, but I reach up and pull her face back to mine.

“This is from Wesson, isn’t it?” I question.

“Yes,” she responds with a hint of embarrassment. “The doctor lost his heartbeat and had to do an emergency C-section to get him out. I hate the scar, but I’d rather have it than to have lost him.”

“Scars don’t define us, Darcy. They are badges of courage that we should proudly wear to remember the trials we’ve survived,” I declare just before laying a line of kisses along her scar. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you, my darlin’, are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

She rolls her eyes as if I am a drunken idiot trying to pick her up in a bar with a cheesy line.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” I question with a smirk.

“I might have,” she teases back.

“Well now, that changes everything. To think I was going to let you relax while I go rustle us up some grub, but breakfast is only for well-behaved girls. You, Darcy, are definitely not in that category if you roll your eyes at my sincerity. In fact, I think I need to teach you some manners on how to properly respond to flattery.”

Her eyes widen as I inch down the rest of her body and use my knees to pry apart her legs.

“For starters, good girls know that clothes are not permitted once the door of this room is shut. So these, of course, have to go.”

She shivers at her exposure that is laid out before me, but even in her discomfort, I see her body responding to mine.

“Now that we have that little barrier out of the way, it’s time to start your charm school lesson.”

I abruptly slide off the bed and pull down my boxers making my dick spring to life from them. Her eyes grow large when she sees my naked form again without her cloud of anger enshrining her mind.

“You like what you see, darlin’?” I tease with a shit-eating grin. “Because it’s all yours.”

She changes her position and begins to crawl on the bed toward me as she watches me palm my dick. My hand pumps a few more times before I stop and watch her crawling with an intense stare. Her body rolls with each movement which makes me wish that I was on the other side of the bed to watch her rounded ass sway.

“I saw how you looked at my cock in my office, Darcy, it was like you were looking at the world’s largest sucker and you were dying for a lick. I want to watch you fuck me with your mouth before I flip your sexy ass onto your back and fuck you with your legs high in the air.”

She bites her lip at my dirty words before crawling closer and coming at eye level to my groin. She licks her lips to wet them before taking the head into her mouth. I hiss when my hands fall to the back of her head and brush aside her hair to expose her face and my cock while she bobs up and down on it. She looks up at me as she slides my cock back into her mouth, and it nearly unmans me.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I growl when she takes my hard length farther in her mouth, nearing the edge of her throat. “Jesus Christ, how much of my cock can you take? I can almost feel your tonsils.”

She giggles as she starts to flick her tongue along the sensitive part underneath my head, eliciting another growl from me before I use her hair to disengage her mouth from my wet dick. She looks up at me, licking her lips and pulling my taste inside of her mouth.

“Jesus, darlin’, that is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’d love nothing more than to have you suck me until I finished, but I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t make sure you got yours first.”

I gently shove her by the shoulder until she falls onto her back on the bed. I crawl over her, placing each of my legs in a straddle across her waist while my dick rests across her belly. My hands cup her breasts as I take each nipple into my mouth once more.

“Someday soon, I am going to fuck these beautiful tits of yours until I cum all over them.”

Her body shivers underneath me with the filth coming from my mouth. I make a quick mental note before all of the blood rushes from my brain to my cock to try a little experiment with her to see how responsive she is to my words. I’m betting I can make her come with just the dirty shit that is housed within my mind. I should try it in a public place to see if I could make her cum without anyone noticing, but that is problematic because I don’t want to share her orgasmic moans with anyone else. Plus, I’d have to fuck her as soon as it was over. Public sex could be fun, though.